When I woke up my girlfriend was gone

The breeze skimmed across the lake, wrinkling the calm lake surface, and there were some ripples on Zuo Yin's unchanging face.

How many people in this world have half a butterfly on their fingerprints, and how many people have the same body shape and the same temperament.

"This is the Shen Qingzi I mentioned to you just now. You are so lucky to meet her today." Sun Yuqing introduced her without noticing the fluctuation in Zuoyin's eyes.

"Shen Qingzi..." Zuo Yin didn't even know the tone of voice she used to say the name.

The three characters Shen Qingzi not only represent a person's name, but also the sacredness that runs through her painting career in just a few years.

Ever since she was 15 years old, when she accidentally saw the magazine Zuo Lan spread out on the table and turned to the "Girl in the Flower House" which took up an entire page, Shen Qingzi's name was deeply engraved in her heart. into her head.

Even though the poor pirated printing could not fully show the beauty of "Girl in the Flower House", Zuo Yin was still deeply attracted by it.

The delicacy so delicate that it makes one's scalp tingle, and the magnificent atmosphere like a fairy tale dream, made Zuo Yin's eyes bloom one after another, which was sketched by Shen Qingzi herself.

Envy, yearning, jealousy, anticipation... the flowers full of emotions are blooming on her barren land.

For the first time, Zuo Yin, who has always been emotionally indifferent, experienced emotions that she had never known before.

"This is the first time I've seen her." Sun Yuqing looked at Zuo Yin proudly and asked.

She looked at Shen Qingzi who was still busy in her studio, and before Zuoyin could answer, she continued to talk: "She doesn't like taking pictures very much, there are no pictures of her on the Internet, she is so beautiful, why doesn't she like taking pictures Really, if I were so beautiful, I would wish to take selfies and post them on Moments every day! I have to let people all over the world know that the person who can draw "Girl in the Flower House" is a beautiful woman who is even more beautiful than the girl in the painting... "

Zuo Yin pieced together a fact that Sun Yuqing couldn't even dream of in her dreams.

The object of her one-night stand is exactly the person she was looking for, Shen Qingzi.

The impact of this reality was too great, for a moment Zuo Yin didn't know whether to be happy or distressed, all kinds of emotions were twisted in her mind, and they wrestled with each other mercilessly, making her dazed.

"Yo, I said whoever praises people here without repeating the same thing, I know it's you."

A laughing voice came from the fence on one side, and a woman Zuo Yin didn't know walked towards them with a deep smile.The soft long hair hangs down on her shoulders, elegant and capable.

"Hey, isn't what I said the truth?" Sun Yuqing asked back.

"Of course, Ah Zi is really powerful." The woman nodded, and noticed Zuo Yin beside Sun Yuqing, "This is?"

"This is Zuo Yin, he is going to come to our studio to apply for a position, work-study." Sun Yuqing introduced.

"Hello." Zuo Yin nodded slightly, and greeted in a calm manner.

"Hello, my name is Zhou Lin." Zhou Lin also responded with the same courtesy, her slightly raised eyes looked at Zuo Yin intentionally or unintentionally.

I don't know if it's Sun Yuqing's illusion, it seems that the atmosphere here has become a little strange since the two greeted each other.It was as if there was a cold air that drilled through the soles of her feet and went straight to her forehead.

Sun Yuqing couldn't stand this, noticed the bag Zhou Lin was carrying, and said, "Okay, don't chat here, we will have plenty of time in the studio when Xiaoyin comes. Are you going out, Arlene?"

Zhou Lin withdrew her gaze from Zuo Yin, and her face returned to the gentleness just now, "Yes, the number of my car is limited today, I'll borrow Azi's car to drive."

But Sun Yuqing stopped her and reminded, "Azi didn't drive here today. Xiaojinshan is so close to here, and she came here for a walk."

"I shouldn't have persuaded her to buy a house in Xiaojinshan." Zhou Lin rubbed her forehead, "Then I'd better take a taxi."

"Remember to ask Lao Xu for reimbursement." Sun Yuqing hurriedly urged.

Zhou Lin gestured OK to Sun Yuqing, then lifted her foot and left.

"She is the painter of our studio. We don't have many painters in our studio. It's not too late to get to know each of them after you come in." Sun Yuqing introduced.

"Yeah." Zuo Yin nodded. For some reason, Zhou Lin always gave her a very awkward feeling, even hostile.

After Sun Yuqing took Zuo Yin to visit the studio, she went to take her to take a pre-employment interview and a written test on basic knowledge.

It was not too early for this series, the sunset in the west dyed most of the sky red, and the plane crossed the sky, leaving a line of pure white in the orange red.

Zuo Yin declined Sun Yuqing's proposal to send her out, and walked alone in the huge garden, passing by Shen Qingzi's small western-style building again by accident.

The sun half-hanging on the top of the mountain sprinkled all its last rays of light on it today, bright and brilliant with some coolness that is about to usher in the darkness.

Zuo Yin's pace deliberately slowed down a lot, she looked into the house where countless paintings were placed, but Shen Qingzi was no longer here.

Amidst the lush greenery, there is only one room of paintings left, clustered together alone.

Under the setting sun, Lu Li's mottled painting showed a completely different artistic conception from the afternoon, and Zuo Yin heard the phrase "Xiaojin Mountain is so close to here, and she came here for a walk."

In the evening, the world that gradually dimmed was covered with a layer of twilight, and the bright moon slowly climbed up the mountain, shedding a piece of brilliance to the world.

The continuous mountain has lost its sense of hierarchy, and it looks like a classical Chinese freehand landscape painting from a distance.

The small western-style building in the southeast of Yiji Studio is still brightly lit, and the warm yellow light shines through the large glass to make the surrounding green area lively, and also imprints a slender and beautiful shadow on the green screen. .

The woman was standing in front of the half-person-high easel holding a scraper stained with various colors. Her long hair, which was randomly tied up, fell a few strands by her ears, casual and elegant.

The apron covered with various paints covered the original clothes on her body, and the clean tie was tied with a simple bow at the back of the waist, outlining the woman's slender waist in just a few strokes.

Shen Qingzi hadn't left the studio yet. In the evening, Xu Ji's paintings exhibited a little error. One painting was not bound firmly and fell down and stuck to water, defaced a large piece.The art exhibition will open tomorrow, and Xu Ji couldn't find anyone else because of an emergency, so he had to ask her to repair it.

On the pitch-black canvas is a magnificent and changeable starry sky, and the toughest Populus euphratica tree in the desert grows in the vast wilderness.And at the place where the earth and the earth meet, there is a large piece of unsightly stain, even though it has been scraped off a lot by the scraper, the smudged paint is still mixed together in a mess.

This situation can be summed up by more than one difficulty.

Shen Qingzi looked at the painting quietly, and the orange lamp above her head hit her body, covering her with a layer of gentle warmth.

Her lips were pressed together lightly, and her fingers gently turned the spatula.

Although she wasn't quite sure, she still had confidence in herself to restore the painting.

once, twice...

The thin scraper is slightly tilted, and a lot of paint comes off with a single stroke.It was obviously a very difficult movement, but it looked so easy in Shen Qingzi's hands.

Finally, Shen Qingzi cleaned the non-destructive piece thoroughly, and the moment she put down the scraper, there was an unrelieved pain in her arm, and several red marks that were stuck by the scraper appeared on her fair fingers.

But it's all worth it, Shen Qingzi moved her wrist while observing the painting that she had cleaned up, she bent her eyes in satisfaction, feeling a sense of accomplishment spontaneously.

After resting for a while, Shen Qingzi suppressed the smile on her face, concentrated on grading the painting according to the original tone, and began to fill in and repair it.

Compared with dealing with stains, coloring and repairing is much easier for Shen Qingzi.

She is more sensitive to the difference of colors than many people, even the smallest color difference can be seen by her, and no one can distinguish the coloring paintings by her hands. This is the last thing Xu Ji asked her to restore. important point.

"When...when..."

The time chiming sound from the clock tower not far away came from outside the window, and the minute hand turned around to reach nine o'clock in the evening. Shen Qingzi also put down the paintbrush in her hand at this moment.

It was a bad oil painting when it was delivered a few hours ago, but now it has been restored by Shen Qingzi, and it is even more brilliant than before.The soft color transition of the night sky is as realistic and exquisite as a photo.

Shen Qingzi glanced out of the window, the bright moon hung high above the night sky, the lonely stars shone faintly, and the continuous mountains were like black silhouettes, occupying half of the sky, huge and peaceful. lonely.

The night view of nature is even better.

Shen Qingzi thought about it, then simply packed her things, turned off the lights, locked the door, and left the studio.

The street is brightly lit and full of traffic. People returning home from get off work are in a hurry, waiting for the light at home to be turned on for him.

Shen Qingzi was walking on the sidewalk, looking at the half-curved moon under the intertwined shadows of trees, she was eager to go home after a day of running around, lying on the sofa and drinking a cup of freshly brewed lemon tea.

Walking from Yiji Studio to Xiaojinshan, one must inevitably pass through an alley in the old villa area. It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and the alley was silent, and the dim light stretched Shen Qingzi's shadow obliquely. Whose barking tears the night sky, if it is the first time to go this way, you will be scared to death.

As Shen Qingzi thought about it, an old street lamp not far away flickered twice with special cooperation.

Every time she passes by this broken lamp, it will be like this, and it has been flashing for an unknown how long.

Just when Shen Qingzi was hesitating whether to turn on the flashlight of the mobile phone, the broken lamp finally went out overwhelmed.

It was too late for his sight to adapt, and he fell into boundless darkness in an instant.

Suddenly, Shen Qingzi felt as if she was being pulled by some force, and before she had time to react, she was tightly hugged into her arms.

The man stroked the butterfly on her finger from behind, and pressed his chin to her shoulder and neck vaguely.

Shen Qingzi only felt a burst of warmth behind her ears, and the girl's cold and indifferent voice suddenly rang in her ears.

"Sister, you can't escape this time."